"What are we in the infinity of the ocean and sky?
A small baby at the breast of eternity.
Have you heard of happiness
Springing from a deep well of sorrow?
Of love, springing from pain and despondency, agony and death?"

There's wind which flares man's nostrils;
There is such wind.
There's frost which stiffens his jaws into marble stone;
There is such frost.
To me you're neither a thyme nor a rose,
Nor "a romantic moment under the full moon"
But the dark wind,
But the white frost.
There's rain which changes woman's lips;
There is such rain.
There's shine, which sees through her thighs;
There is such shine.
You're not looking for my strong supportive arm,
You don't even think of "the treasure of fidelity",
But of the acid rain,
But of the golden shine.
There's heat which turns lovers' bodies into dust;
There is such heat.
There's death which widens their eyes;
There is such death.
Here on the dewy lawns of Wedding
Rises the ivory tower
Sheer like the heat,
Plain like death.

- Stanislaw GrochowiakContributed by Ultraviolet on The Music Game thread
here was a translation from somewhere. It might be the only poem in Polish on the Forum, but that's not hard to improve!

Last edited by trackstar on February 27th, 2019, 8:31 pm, edited 4 times in total.

There's wind which flares man's nostrils;
There is such wind.
There's frost which stiffens his jaws into marble stone;
There is such frost.
To me you're neither a thyme nor a rose,
Nor "a romantic moment under the full moon"
But the dark wind,
But the white frost.
There's rain which changes woman's lips;
There is such rain.
There's shine, which sees through her thighs;
There is such shine.
You're not looking for my strong supportive arm,
You don't even think of "the treasure of fidelity",
But of the acid rain,
But of the golden shine.
There's heat which turns lovers' bodies into dust;
There is such heat.
There's death which widens their eyes;
There is such death.
Here on the dewy lawns of Wedding
Rises the ivory tower
Sheer like the heat,
Plain like death.

- Stanislaw GrochowiakContributed by Ultraviolet on The Music Game thread
here was a translation from somewhere. It might be the only poem in Polish on the Forum, but that's not hard to improve!